late-summer sweat,
stuck to legs
and leftover from july
the ants,
still marching
and breathing
and burning
and dying
splinters and nails,
bitten with tender
emotion
and ravaged
denial
and heat
and waves
waves of mosquitos
and waves of wonder
and waves of thinking
too much thinking
waves of breathing,
one breath
then two
then over again
sweaty hands,
soothing sweaty hearts
and wishing of waves
waves and waves
and waves
waves of summer sweat
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